There is no such delight as to see them hold hands,
They could walk on like this in the dark, in the day.
Passion’s all they’d succumb to and love to embrace,
Nothing else they would dream of or care to face.
There is nothing like love, so much lust, so much grace.
Love enticing their minds, love unveiling true sense.
Love when meeting is bliss, love when parting is pain,
Love when cold doesn’t count and blood runs in veins.
There’s nothing like love, I watch them strolling by,
And the way they hold hands gives me joy and delight.
Wish them good in their wake, cause it’s joy, it is love,
It is him, it is her, it is love - hail to love!